To think I've wasted so many beautiful words on you. All these poems mean nothing now. All of these verses just add fuel to the fire of my bitterness. I'll douse them in gas, throw them above my head and set them ablaze while they rain their eloquent ashes downΒ Β upon my melancholy soul. Arrangements once soft and light hearted now fill me to the brim with negativity that I want to regurgitate back into your mouth and watch you drown on all the stress you caused me. I want my pain to fill your lungs like fire and pepper spray, searing through to what's left of your callous heart. You never deserved me.